Premiere Lovin' - Emiliana Torrini

You wore a dark, purple suit, with a tissue 'round your neck. 
Lonely, eating tomato soup, I knew I had to check. 

A broken ball of fruits, was lying by your side, 
You offered me a chair, I guess just to be polite. 

I guess this is my premiere lovin'. 

You asked me with a voice of torn old silk. 
"Do you want some berries with sugar, chocolate and milk?" 

I'm here, look at me, but you just lit a cigarette; 
"You're not quite what I'm looking for my little marionette" 

I guess this is my premiere lovin'. 
I guess this is my premiere lovin'. 

Well, that's sweet, how nice. 
Now what will I do? 
Stand up and leave or just sit still and look at you? 

Well, that's sweet, how nice. 
Now what will I do? 
Stand up and leave or just sit still and look at you? 

Gleaming, you stood up obviously had a thrill. 
I sat there alone of course I had to pay the bill. 

That's just great, how nice, what a surprise! 
My luck had run out, on to the beach, to the sun, resting, having fun. 

I guess this is my premiere lovin'. 
I guess this is my premiere lovin'. 
I guess this is my premiere lovin'.